Lovely pink roses on a stone wall like buttons on a cotton dress climbing to the top opening when the light finds spring breeze interludes frolicking beyond the painted iron gate
Swinging hinges sing the melody of love as soft thorns pull at cloth canopies of translucent chiffon and soft lace hue, releasing vine clung threads, knotted of perfume, watching as buttons free fall to the lawn, like so many petals